Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 17: On your knees Elsa

The buzzer went off for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes and the young girl sitting five feet away in her own cubicle gave me a look.

The arsehole was intentionally making it harder for me to work for him.

He was playing with me like a cat that played with a mouse that he's about to devour.

1 I snapped the file I was reading close and stood up with a low growl. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

I grabbed the tablet that was left behind by Jenna and for which I had gotten reprimanded not ten minutes ago when he demanded me to write down the things he wanted done.

I walked to his door and this time I didn't knock, what was the purpose when he had called me and seen me walking toward his office, also he intentionally makes me wait.

1 But the moment I stepped in I realized my mistake.

His cold eyes settled on me and he said, "Get out.

And come again, this time knock like a good little girl before you earn yourself a punishment."

I froze.

I wanted to ignore him, to defy him.

But I wanted to push that part as far away as I could where he would indeed punish me.

I turned back around, closed the door and knocked.

This time he made me wait for five minutes before he bid me to enter.

1 I entered and said, "You called, Mr Aaron."

"Call me sir."

2 I met his eyes and he returned my gaze steadily.

Licking my lips, swallowing my pride and telling myself I was doing it all for my daughter and mother, I said, "You called, sir.

What can I do for you?"

"Close the door."

I faltered at his command.

He arched one dark brow and waited.

I turned around and did as he asked.

And as I turned to look at him, I heard the swishing sound of blinds being drawn.

My whole body became alert.

His expression was still cold and calm, he didn't show what he was thinking and still it felt like he was weaving a trap around me.

"Come closer,"

My muscles tensed but I stepped forward.

My heart gave a lurch, wondering what he was thinking.

A foot away from his desk, I stopped.

His cold grey eyes travelled down the length of me and he said, "I don't like what you are wearing."

2 I bit down on my lip, wondering if he was going to tell me to get naked.

But what made me confused was as much as my body was against the idea, a part of me wanted to see the heated look he used to give me.

Would he still look at me like that? Like he couldn't wait any longer to have me? ""Unbutton your blouse."

I searched his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office, Kris—"

"Say my name and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a week."

He said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my spine.

I clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office, sir."

I bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell at him.

"And? A whore is a whore you need to learn your place.

You are not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck you."

I felt my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to each other.

Then just to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the table.

Name your prize."

2 I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving in.

Five years.

Almost six.

And I haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that matter.

And he hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if not more.

"A hundred."

I would be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of food.

And ice cream would help lift her spirits.

2 When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and sneezing.

She had felt warm to the touch too.

I had been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging to me.

Even the slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse and fall ill.

Maybe it was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in her throat.

But I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she slept.

Now if I had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care of her.

And like her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be forgotten.

I don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my heart.

That each of them had similar oddities that were endearing to me.

Normal people hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever or cold.

She was all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she was.

Sadness, because if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever know about her.

Happiness, because I still have a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved him once.

Unconditionally.

3 His eyes narrowed and then he smirked.

Slipping his hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on the desk.

My fingers shook as I unbuttoned my blouse.

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

With three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I felt.

"On your knees."

& I dropped down on my knees.

"Write down the things I would require for this week."

I frowned but he didn't wait.

He started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss anything.

By the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half undone.

"Crawl to me."

I startled and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his fingers.

He pointed to the floor in front of him and said, "Come."

I did what he asked and when I was near, looking up at him.

He crouched down.

He cupped my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been seeking retribution."

His thumb brushed my cheek.

"But I am waiting for the tears.

When will I get them?"

3 I swallowed and smiled.

His eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I said, "You won't."

On my knees, I inched up and got in his face.

"I have already cried many tears, Sir.

You can't win against life.

It's a very tough competition."

2 His eyes flashed for a second before they turned to cool disregard.

He slipped the dollar bill in my bra and I jerked at the feel of his fingers against my soft flesh.

He didn't even flicker as he stood back up and ordered, "On your feet."

I stood up, dusted my skirts and waited.

He grabbed a file from his desk and slapped it down in front of me.

"Sign it."

"What is it?"

I asked, opening it.

Instead of answering me, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back.

"You don't get to question me in anything.

Do what the fuck is asked of you.

Or you can get out, quit and I'll find other ways to destroy you.

I wonder how many years it would take for your mother to get that free treatment at WHC you've registered her name for."

If he wanted to unsettle me and show me how much I needed this, he managed it alright.

I opened the file and blinked back the tears at my helplessness as I signed the pages where my name was written, furious with life and God.

The moment I was done and looked at him a strange gleam entered his eyes and he looked like he was about to smile.

Instead, he said, "Get back to work.

I need that Johnson's file by five."

When I turned back to walk out, he said, "And Elsa,"

I stopped.

"Button your fucking blouse, no need to tell the whole office that I had hired a whore."

I closed my eyes.

My eyes stung and my ears felt hot.

It took too much effort to not cry this time as I took out the forgotten bill from my bra and buttoned my blouse.

You are doing this for Anna and Mum.

At five I entered his office and placed his file in front of him with all the edits he had asked me to do.

He didn't even glance at it as he threw it in the dustbin and said, "You are five minutes late, my meeting is done."

Finally, he looked up and said, "You are really useless, you should've studied instead of running after dicks then you would've learned how to follow simple orders."

! I didn't let him see how his words affected me, instead I asked, "Is there anything else you want me to do, sir?".

"For you to follow the fucking orders.

You can go home now, I don't want to see your face."

"I still have an hour left."

Jenna had told me unlike others his P.

A stayed an extra hour for him because of his workload.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "Do you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you?"

I didn't reply as I left his office even though I had few choice words that I wanted to say to him.